I'll tell you what I know about war in Ukraine, and life there. Some of you will scream "you are not there!" and that's right, I'm not in Ukraine but in France, and the war is not where I am but in Ukraine. However, as are all Ukrainians, I'm living this war too, even though I'm far away from it. It's like a long-distance relationship, and I know those very well.
The comments section of any online newspaper, group or forum is something that I am drawn to when I read an article or piece that interests me. Because it is the internet people tend to say exactly what think, without recourse or fear that the people they know in real life would find out what they truly believe. This opens up a pass to be completely honest which has both its up and downsides.
How about women decide for ourselves what risks are acceptable to us - after we've been given all the relevant information and medical advice, of course - and how many (if any) periods we want to have and when we want to have them. Periods aren't really a curse. But they are a choice.
It was during a cooperative online match of Mass Effect 3 (one of my favourite online games from the last few years) that I was reminded that I was a girl. Not that I had necessarily forgotten that I had to sit down to wee, but I had forgotten that my sex could be an issue.
When former supermodel Jodie Kidd got to the final of Celebrity Masterchef last month, a lot of viewers were shocked. Models have to stay slim, so they aren't exactly known for their culinary skills (unless it involves whipping up a green salad with no dressing).
The tone and style of The Sun, and other tabloids, is family friendly. They attract the attention of parents and children with holiday giveaways, Disney and theme-park promotions, etc on their covers. They are aimed at the man/woman in the street, light in tone and "matey" in style. This is what makes the problem so insidious.
Today, we're looking at a society of females prepared to go to extreme lengths to comply with the so-called ideal - an ideal which is realistically unobtainable for most. Alba's tight-lacing routine was a response not-only to the pressure desire to achieve an hourglass figure, but also to trim down to her pre-baby weight in record speed.
Once upon a time, when I was a not-so-sweet sixteen year old, I quit shaving my legs. I can't remember the exact reason - it was probably more to do with youthful contrarianism than feminism - but I do remember that unlike other acts of teenage rebellion, my shaggy young forelegs were a transgression too far.
This week is World Breastfeeding Week and while I've been rifling through my brain cells about how to celebrate this on Huff Post, I've concluded that the message I'd like the world to hear about breastfeeding this week is that it's normal; pretty bog-standard really.
Nothing irritates me more than the misappropriation of humanism, which is a centuries old intellectual movement based on rationality and science. The term itself predates feminism by nearly a century so how humanism can be the response to feminism is beyond me.
I'm ashamed to admit that when the trend first started, I too brushed it off as an over-indulgent social media phase that would probably just die out. Thankfully it hasn't - and the selfie is fast becoming one of the most incredible celebrations of women the internet has ever seen.
And now for something completely different: a (mostly) serious and (mostly) optimistic blog. On Tuesday the 22nd of July the Prime Minister David Cameron hosted the first International Girl Summit to mobilise support for the fight against FGM and child, early and forced marriage (CEFM).
The phrase is probably as old as the hills. 'You're too pretty to be a -insert profession some people deem too serious for an attractive woman-'... It has become too common to talk about a woman's worth in her profession in direct relation to her physical attributes.
If there's one thing I'm bored of hearing when I ask to be treated equally to a man, it is 'you take yourself too seriously'... Humour, we're told, is a boys' game. Men are taught that their friendships should be forged in pranks and banter, while women are instructed to take the serious stuff - problems, worries and secrets - to their female friends.
You know what's cool? Sticking together as a gender and showing our strength through our ability to support and encourage each other. Not bitching each other out by posting a picture on the internet, encouraging outsiders to laugh at the fact that women died so that we have rights.
My book is a memoir about my life with intrusive sexual thoughts, and it's pretty hard to write about that stuff and not drop the M-bomb. Besides, titillation would never be a problem for a young man in my position, with my mental condition.